Live in 3... 2.. 1.

As frightening as launching this whole thing is, it's gonna be more crushing if I stop.(not to mention embarrassing) I was lucky enough when I began this project a year ago to have a small audience. That group was and is populated with people that don't have to spare my feelings, when reading my work. I was given just enough validation to believe in myself. I didn't (and still don't) have a lot of confidence... but I have just enough to jump in. To not worry about drowning.

These words might come out as complete nonsense, but they might not. Either way, I think it is possible to live with myself. My crazy, dysfunctional, and screwed up self. I will keep blogging. Maybe the confidence will come. Maybe it wont. all I know is I love arranging words in a thought provoking manner. I love working.

I love typing this blog on my laptop, as I sit at a very small table in Starbucks. But dang it-- I know that green apron will make me look fat. I much prefer this side of the counter. I think I'm good enough at playing this qwerty keyboard that I won't have to learn how to make overpriced coffee.